Walk Way

The Mystic Rose

I’ WOMAN, am that wonder-breathing rose 
That blossoms in the garden of the King. 
In all the world there is no lovelier thing, 
And the learned stars no secret can disclose 
Deeper than mine-that almost no one knows. 
The perfume of my petals in the spring 
Is inspiration to all bards that sing 
Of love, the spirit’s lyric unrepose. 

Under my veil is hid the mystery 
Of unaccomplished aeons, and my breath 
The Master-Lover’s life replenisheth. 
The mortal garment that is worn by me 
The loom of Time renews continually; 
And when I die-the universe knows death. 

By Elsa Barker 

Please be my guest and make a selection from the places listed below. I wish for thee harmony and peace during your walk through me rose garden.

Please pardon the mess, but I be in the process of rearranging and adding unto me estate. Stop by again soon and visit me humble additions. My many thanks good gentle folk.

Jo-Jo: Miles Davis